Ball of Nothing
I started off as nothing, just a mass of consciousness that slowly evolved. Just your average overpowered existence hungry for a multiverse adventure. Demons? They are my friends. Monsters? They are delicacies. Heroes? Not even equal to the dirt on my boots. Royalty? Money Machi- Ahem, a pleasure doing business. Immortals and Gods? Share with me the latest gossips! With power comes responsibility, but I'm just a ball... or am I just a ball? Watch as I regain my memories and beat up my past self. Note: No common sense in the story. Highly controversial. This is a contracted work, expect to unlock chapters. Season 1's standards differ greatly. Drama seekers, toxic bitches and overly-sensitive folks who cannot chillax not welcomed. Author also has indemnity to typo, grammar mistakes and English bugs throughout the story. You have been warned. Proceed with caution and enjoy. *** Note: Please check out new contracted work Monarch of Solitude if you liked the author's work. Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/destinyaitsuji Discord: https://discord.gg/UrtDMXn
Unusual Necromancer
The plan was simple. Soon might not be able to leave Half Moon Village because he needed as much mana as possible to continue supporting his friends but Peter and Manny were perfect for the job. Unlike the mastermind of the bandit necromancer, those undead soldiers were not powerful. They only attacked those with a certain type of life force and did their master's biddings mindlessly. No amount of stealth could fool the summoned undead. Hence, the brilliant solution they came up with was to remove the powerful guard nightly and have the two powerful undead ex-adventurers lie in wait to ambush the undead and follow them back to the necromancer's lair with the women and children who volunteered to be bait for the operation.